Shattered Porcelain || G & G
genevievexfairn:
The peacefulness was gone as he stood up, and her hand was still in the area that his head had occupied. âYou, what?â She asked, looking at him from the same position. After a moment, she shifted to a kneeling position, looking at him from his bed. âYou canât what?â She asked him, feeling a slight tug somewhere in her center at the use of the contraction. Brushing back her hair away from her face, Gen forced herself to not frown, and to remain as relaxed-looking as possible. It would kill her, if he was about to do what she thought. Almost unconsciously, she shook her head, staring at him with the threat of tears definitely present.
   Greg could tell that he should have handled this more delicately. The silence was ringing in his ears at this point as he was trying not to panic and not to look at her face. She was going to cry. And he was going to cry. And this was all going to shit. âI just- I donât-â he continued to stutter, running his hand over his face. âForever is- and you- Iââ Genevieve,â he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and looked up at her. âIâm- I donât know  how to do this.â
